Luyện nghe bài hát Old Haunts

A cherry bomb, you are a
Exploded, quiet nights
My teenage heart all my misery, baby
To fingertips that might
And all you knew my story, didn't you
And all long I carried yours
Your blood was mixed and robbery, baby
And left us always more

So don't sing me songs about the good times
Those are gone and you should just let them go
And God the man who says
If you'd have me when
Old haunts are for forgotten
Old are for forgotten ghosts

Cherry bomb, love is surgery
Removing what you regard
And every felt like a funeral, baby
While you were packing up car
And the window down
I your tired mouth
You everything
And all your old welcomes out
And shame on you, my
You your youth away
Memories are sinking
That would be saved

So don't sing me your songs about the times
Those days are and you should just let them go
And God help the man who
If you'd have me when
Old haunts are for forgotten
Old haunts are for ghosts

And shame, shame, shame, on you
You your mind and heart and youth
like a tomb
And shame, shame, shame, on you
You kept your and heart and youth
Just a tomb

And don't sing me your songs about the good
Those days are gone and you should let them go
So God the man who says
If you'd have me when
Old haunts are for all those
And don't sing me your about the good times
Those are gone and you should just let them go
And God help the man who
If you'd known me when
God help the man who
If you'd have me when
God this man who says
My baby, if you'd have known me
Old haunts are all ever known